One of his movies may suggest an inward unity and spaciousness that seems a mark of good fiction, as in The Big Sleep; it may have the scope and resonance to fill a historical landscape worthy of Remington, as Red River does.

Look, with what courteous action / It waves you to a more removed ground.

Awkward encounters are inevitable when you erase Mark Zuckerberg from your life, but I just can't bring myself to go back. So often now I experience JOMO, the joy of missing out – I see things on Instagram or Twitter and I get this ecstatic wave of relief that I am not attending the damp, muddy festival du jour.

Okay, I'll take point, Kate, you take drag.